chew and choke
as i run through the same halls
always ankle-deep in murky water
can never tell if i'm running to or from
a who or a what
opening doors to a room i've visited
sitting on a desk i've escaped
it's blurry
and then i burst into the sun
bad bubble gum dreams
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elysium
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there is bliss even in the very heart of the realm of hades.
for the mournful weary.
i imagine ice buckets on windy balconies.
knees touching.
neglect and indifference turn a soul to stone.
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